Frosticdranzergal: lol... Thank you... -blushing- I'm getting to the championship part... Notice that test they're taking? They need to prove themselves... -hint hint- And about Boris... Well... I can't really see him being any crazier... Not unless the DBoys drove into insanity.I'm happy too! Now all I have to do is work out how I'm gonna pass my real test... -sighs and faints-
kurayami monogatari: Thankies... If you wanna think that you can... Though Spencer will always be my favourite beyblader... Along with Lupinex, Ian and Bryan... What blabbing? Trying!
Oh, and another thing... You changed your name and I have to learn how to spell it all over again! T.T Why do you pick such long names? Don't worry though, I'll survive! Just have to learn it again...
Sailor-stardestoyer13: Oooo... Big knife... -gulps and hides behind Alex- Thank you for the reveiw... -grins cheesily to save her life-
Aries1391: Thank you...
DrawFire: But I can't help it! -starts crying- That's because I'm better than you... :P Thank you and yes... Ian is back...
Milla Koltzunov: Will do! And thank you... -whispers- Don't worry you're not that loud, Bry just has sensetive ears... ;)
Fire - Long reveiws! Yay! -dances-
Disclaimer: Read the Prologue...
Chapter 11
Jamie was up earlier than usual that morning, the events of the day before replaying in his mind.
Ian getting up, Boris coming back, a 'mini-tournament' planned and ready to go in a few weeks. The biggest thing though, was when he returned home for the first time in two or three days. He'd been pounded with questions, his partner's eventual silence, allowing him to answer as truthfully as he could.
He glared at his reflection, his explanation was cut in half by the door bell, finding that that police sergeant: Davies, had come. They'd talked about the Abbey, about Boris' routines, about Boris'... experiments. Jamie had found himself much angrier with the experimenting than the abusing. He'd told all, and Davies told him about their course of action.
Mr Dickenson was the head of the BBA (Beyblade Battle Association), and... In order to take over the world, Voltaire had to enter the championships. Just to let them be known. He doubted that Boris would make much more progress for the upcoming tournament; it ws a few months away. He needed to pick out a team and train them up.
The plan was to collect as much proof as possible, but... They'd have to wait until next years tournament to gather enough.
He spat the mint flavoured toothpaste into the sink, the sudden fresh, coolness settling on his tongue making him wince. He flicked his long hair back, scrubbing aggressively at his slightly yellow teeth.
That meant another year of experimentation.
o0o0o
"Not scared of needles now are yeh kid?" Bryan ignored the guard, keeping his glare fixed on the door in front of him. "Figures, all yeh kids are rude arseholes. No manners the lot of yah." Bryan could feel himself shaking, not only was this guard angering him, but his annoying Scottish acsent was annoying him too.
He growled quietly, his hands balling into tight fists by his side. The man was still talking.
"Enough Frank." They both looked up at Jamie, "I will look after Bryan from here, go back to your post."
The man nodded, still smirking. Jamie waited till he'd disappeared around the corner, before motioning Bryan into his office. He shut the door and hurriedly walked over to a set of shelves to a small fridge.
Bryan watched curiously, his eyes soon moving around the room. It was much cleaner than yesterday, bed was made, fresh white sheets wrapped around the comfortable looking matress, while the water that had been on the floor was gone. The doctor's computers and desk was also cleaner. He frowned as he noticed the bin, it had a symbol on it, and writing underneith: "Needles".
"Take a seat please, Bryan." The teen jumped slightly at the soft voice, but did as he was told, watching with wide eyes as the red-head walked over to the bed, seating himself next to him. His swallowed thickly, unable to stop the swelling of fear in his tummy, watching as Jamie the man inserted a syringe into a small brown vial.
He frowned, "Is that it?" The liquid was an off-crystal-blue colour, making him feel slightly sick to his stomach.
"Yes." The doctor replied calmly, putting the cap back on the needle's point. He then grabbed a cotton ball, opening a larger brown bottle and before placing the cotton over the top. He flipped it, once, twice, three times, "Your arm please." Bryan held it out. Jamie quickly lifted the sleeve, cleaning the boy's shoulder. "Look away if you're scared and you won't feel a thing."
o0o0o
"I assure you sir, I'm assessing all of my students." Boris nodded, the phone's cord slapping against the surface of the desk, "Yes, I've narrowed it down to two teams."
His eyes flickered over the screen in front of him, his eyes rereading the notes he'd made on the eight males. Four had caught his attention though, more specifically, one team. When Voltaire had told him to give them animals that described the blader, he didn't think they'd be of any use. His eyes flickered to the black box on the farthest set of draws.
The Wolf - Wolborg
The Snake - Wyborg
The Falcon - Falborg
And the Whale - Seaborg
Team 13, kept repeating in his head, 13, 13, 13, he frowned slightly. He needed to train them fast, had to make sure they fit all of Voltaire's requirements. This made his frown deepen; he'd have to change them all. Team 13, they were still too soft.
"Of course sir, they'll be ready by the tournament."
He nodded again, saying a quick 'goodbye' as he hung up.
o0o0o
Spencer held the cotton ball obediantly, watching as the black haired doctor stalked around the room, eventually finding a small band-aid and placing it over the tiny spot of blood.
"I'm supposed to takke you to another room." He through the rubbish in the bin, motioning for Spencer to follow him impatiently. "You'll stay there for a week."
They marched along the dank corridor, and Spencer was amazed to find that he didn't know where he was going. It had to be one of the newer corridors, the one's he'd been forbidden from. His eyes remained ahead of him though, his arms by his sides, a steady, rythmic march moving him down the corridor. They'd eventually stopped.
The doctor stabbed the key into the door, quickly yanking it open. He motioned for the blonde to follow him, which he did, stepping carefully into the room, cautious, like he was taught.
He was surprised to find two beds, one already occupied. "Take the other, Dr. Jamie Greenaway will be looking after you both." He marched to the bed, sitting lightly on it. The doctor huffed, quickly turning and locking the door after he'd left.
Spencer's stony look disappeared immediantly, his eyes showing his curiousity to the other boy. He slunk over to him, gently drawing the white sheets away from his face and head. The blonde gasped. "Bryan?" He whispered, "Bryan?" He shook him gently surprised when Bryan turned to stare at him, tears in his eyes.
"I don't feel good." He mumbled.
Spencer, acting on instinct, immediantly reached for the younger boy, pulling him close to himself, cringing at the heat radiating off him. He kicked off his shoes, stripped off his jacket and manuvered Bryan and himself into a comfortable laying position.
Bryan had to rest, he needed to sleep, remembering Ian's incident, he'd quickly made up his mind.
They're arms wrapped around each other, Bryan's arms around Spencer's torso, clinging as though his life depended on it, while Spencer's wound around Bryan's waist. He'd quickly kissed the younger boy's cheek, more so to ease his own nerves. He was starting to feel ill too.
o0o0o
"What!" They exclaimed together, now standing, the chairs laying behind them.
Ian gaped, "But... Why? Boris what's us to be emotionless, as in, not rely on anyone."
"I must say, it does seem like he's lost the plot." Jamie commented, one of his hands playing with a loose lock of his pastel red hair, "But, it's actually pretty smart concerning how close Spencer and Bryan are."
Tala nodded, "I have noticed how they've been acting." He sighed, "I caught them holding hands the other day."
Ian couldn't help but splutter, "But, why would Boris encourage it?" He was sitting down again, his fists clenched on the table in front of him.
They'd just finished their training for the day, finding Jamie was the one monitering their progress today. He'd immediantly lead them to his office, a small room packed with paperwork and a few peices of funiture. They were sitting on two chairs in front of a small card table, Jamie sitting on the only bare place on his desk.
"He wants to hurt them." His eyes flickered over to Tala, "Tala was damaged so-to-speak when Kai died, you were never close to anyone and always picked on." He paused, taking in their sour, surprised faces, "You have noticed Bryan's change in mood over the past week or so?" His question was directed more to Tala than both boys.
Tala nodded, Ian stared between the two expectantly.
"Bryan had previously been ... I guess the best way to describe it as, brain-washed, into beleiving that love is week, just like you three were supposed too. But it effected Bryan more because of his obvious attachment to Spencer. That month with out him showed just how 'weak' he was, and he aimed to change that." He paused, scratching his chin lightly, "Of course... Boris never expected that they would be what they were before, but somehow either through an argument or through something different, they regained their closeness."
The boys nodded, both silent and staring at the table. Tala was the one that spoke, "He plans to break them apart."
"That's the plan."
Tala frowned, his captain streak surfacing and making him think. Bryan and Spencer would be busy and depressed, hurt beyond beleif if Boris decided to carry out his little scheme before the tournament. He stared up at Jamie, "When is he planning for this to happen?"
The doctor shook his head, "I don't know."
o0o0o
His head felt as if he were spinning, his limbs like they were being weighed down by lead. His grip hadn't loosened though. Bryan was still securely in his arms, pressed against him in an aim to keep them both warm. Both their voices were hoarse, grated and sore in their throats.
"Are you still alive?"
He heard Bryan chuckle, a moan following it, "Unfortunately."
He let his hand shift slightly, making his shoulders ache, "We'll be better in a few days."
"Boris will be dead in a few days." The comment brought a smile to the blonde's face, the quiet mumbling after it making him chuckle.
o0o0o
Boris watched the event with interest, noting just how close together they'd pulled each other, exchanging a kiss to the cheek or chin when they felt nessecery. He smirked darkly as Bryan's sarcasm flowed through the speakers.
Of course Voltaire would have crisified him on the spot if he'd known he was encouraging a gay relationship, but... You had to make some sort of sacrifice to get what you want.
His grin grew as one of Bryan's hands moved to slide over Spencer's bared shoulder, both boys having removed their shirts a long time ago, their sweat making them stick unfortably to their bodies.
"Sir, should we let the doc in?"
"No," He smirked, "Wait until their asleep."
The guard nodded, "Yes sir."
He continued to stare at the screen.
How could he have ignored this for so long? It was obvious they were going to become close. A shy boy like Bryan needed someone like Spencer, it was just too obvious.
But why had he let them go? He frowned when he noticed the stab of guilt in his lower gut.
Was he too fond of them? Too fond to let them get hurt in such a way.
Of course not. He was the great Boris Balcov, greedy, selfish, always the type of man to do everything for himself and nothing for any one that truly needed him. He wanted the money, his reward, that was what he was striving for.
Now he just had to remember it.
Fire: I'm back! And I survived my School Certificate!
Well... I'm still getting into writing so, be patient, I'll get the story running through my mind shortly...
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